Tuesday, November 16, 2010

When sidereal day ends,With badge and books owned;Left abandoned ,In the heart of night,When it is dark in lights;The most unstable element,Carves to reach deeper into oceans,In search of a true spirit ,A guarding grit,That instills a new dawn;Where Grey shall turn to pink,But a yet deeper intuition;Let mind rules coal and ice,For like a drug fanatic ,It reaches for Cliff-Hanger,